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firstnothing[Things have gotten a little.. odd, as midnight passed. Xemnas hadn't noticed at first, he was asleep and could sleep like the dead if sufficiently - but his Kadabra noticed, and after several minutes of waiting to see if the flash and thundrous crack of sound would repeat itself, went to carefully shake his master awake and relay what he'd seen.
The tent Xemnas had purchased in Goldenrod served well, keeping the late-year chill out (especially with several pokemon taking up residence inside with him), which meant getting on a few layers before venturing outside to watch the sky, and then the surroundings. His own senses were only as good as a human's, but with his pokemon now awake and theirs added to his own it's a little easier to tell that things are going a bit.. weird out here. More than a bit weird, was the landscape different?]
...Let's get moving. Whatever caused that, I don't want to be caught in the open for if it happens again.
[Malice glances at Xemnas, ears flattening back.]
::I have reason to believe we are in a new location, sir. This isn't Route 43.::
[That draws pause from Xemnas, who glances around again, this time looking for more than just shrubs and grass. ... And couldn't find fault with that conclusion. This earns a scowl and a sharp gesture. He didn't recognize the area. He'd never been to Kanto, nevermind being near Celadon City.]
Then whatever's chosen to shift us around like pieces on a chessboard won't find us waiting patiently the next time, will it?
[He sets to disassembling camp; after a moment the pokemon he has with hands begin helping. Time to get the hell out of dodge before anything else weird happened.]
The tent Xemnas had purchased in Goldenrod served well, keeping the late-year chill out (especially with several pokemon taking up residence inside with him), which meant getting on a few layers before venturing outside to watch the sky, and then the surroundings. His own senses were only as good as a human's, but with his pokemon now awake and theirs added to his own it's a little easier to tell that things are going a bit.. weird out here. More than a bit weird, was the landscape different?]
...Let's get moving. Whatever caused that, I don't want to be caught in the open for if it happens again.
[Malice glances at Xemnas, ears flattening back.]
::I have reason to believe we are in a new location, sir. This isn't Route 43.::
[That draws pause from Xemnas, who glances around again, this time looking for more than just shrubs and grass. ... And couldn't find fault with that conclusion. This earns a scowl and a sharp gesture. He didn't recognize the area. He'd never been to Kanto, nevermind being near Celadon City.]
Then whatever's chosen to shift us around like pieces on a chessboard won't find us waiting patiently the next time, will it?
[He sets to disassembling camp; after a moment the pokemon he has with hands begin helping. Time to get the hell out of dodge before anything else weird happened.]
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Date: 2013-11-25 04:37 pm (UTC)They all figured it out in time. Sometimes it took being caught to begin with, but some understood right away. They weren't much interested in explaining in detail.. if the growlithe chose to not stick with its master, then that wasn't the problem of Xemnas' team.
Packing was. And with Regret close enough to begin packing htings on, it's time to begin strapping on packs. Zebstrikas weren't the most powerful pokemon, but they were useful.]
A keyblade, mm? You'll want to put that away. The law enforcement don't take weapons kindly.
[The warning is mild, but still interested. What was this person who resembled himself doing with such a weapon? After a moment he pulls out his pokegear to check their location, then frowns, glancing east. How did they get so far from Mahogany?]
But you're in luck, there's a town not far to the east. I suggest heading that way if your small companion isn't strong enough to handle the wild pokemon. It's ... disallowed to do the fighting yourself. Welcome to Kanto, by the way. What do you call yourself?
[There's no sense that it's a genuine welcome, but the curiosity's real.]
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Date: 2013-11-26 05:02 am (UTC)It'll definitely be sticking around that odd human to see what else it can learn.
Terra just tenses up slightly, his grip on the hilt of his Keyblade tightening. He's in a new place (or a new floor, but those didn't come around very often), and he has no idea what might be in store for him. Every instinct he has is telling him to keep it out.
... but, thinking about now, and his current surroundings, he didn't need it right away. Implications of a floor or world large enough to have law enforcement aside, he still had his magic, and he could re-summon the blade in less than a second. He even still had the Ethereal Blades, though he hated calling on Nothingness unless he absolutely had to.
It's with a lot of wariness on his end that he dismisses his weapon.] I'll keep that in mind.
[The device that Xemnas pulls out catches Terra's eye, and he tries to get a better look at it while it's out without trying to be too obvious about it.
'Telling me there's a town to the east... it probably has a map function.' That sounds useful.
He outright scowls at the news that he can't do any fighting himself. Yeah. Right. And if he gets attacked by something, they expect him to ... make one of these creatures fight for him? Make the dog that had decided to tail him to the campsite fight for him, when the little guy didn't look to be all that old in the first place?
That just sat wrong with him.] I'd like to see someone try and stop me.
[He shivers, the adrenaline from before finally fading enough for the cold to properly hit him, and he moves closer to the fire in an effort to stay warm for a little.
He hears the curiosity in Xemnas's voice, and he wonders just what this version of the Superior truly remembers. If he's asking for a name and is surprised at the presence of a Keyblade...
Again, not answering would just be rude.] Terra.
['Welcome to Kanto'... right. He's still fairly convinced this is another part of the Tower, under a modified glamour. Convincing him that he's somewhere else entirely will take a bit of effort.]
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Date: 2013-11-26 05:14 am (UTC)And then it's simply offered, as if he's already certain it will be returned.]
This is a pokegear. It functions as a timekeeper, a map, a method to connect to a global 'telephone' system of sorts, a radio, and various other useful things. They're not difficult to acquire, I suggest getting one when you reach a town. It's not a matter of 'someone' stopping you, my new friend. This world will stop you. You aren't where you used to be, and you may not return there for quite some time.
[His smile is thin and humorless.]
And you may wish to put the fire to use. It's chilly and you look unprepared for the weather.
[Things are still being packed away; he's not lingering. But he at least has many layers to wear against the chill, unlike Terra. The name is acknowledged, but there's really nothing to connect it to.]
... Though if you don't mind sharing, where are you from? I suspect there's a connection between us, and yet when that connection comes from, and where, is still a mystery to me.
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Date: 2013-11-26 08:54 am (UTC)Time piece, communication device, map, radio... that definitely sounds like it could be useful. Particular the part about it being a portable communication device.
But that function also has him suspicious - why hadn't he seen more of these in the Tower? If it wasn't difficult to acquire, like Xemnas said, then why was network access only available through permanent terminals that didn't always work?
It didn't add up. Nor did these creatures, or having to use them to fight instead of protecting himself. He'd seen nothing like them in the year and a half he'd been there.
He passes the device back to Xemnas, and levels a neutral look at him for a few moments. Asking where he's from? Seriously?] I'm sure you know that's a trick question.
[A brief pause, before he decides to just give the other the answers he is looking for.] Immediately prior to 'here', I was in the Tower of Animus. Otherwise, I was raised on a world called the Land of Departure.
[His tone makes it obvious that he doesn't think he's left the tower he mentioned, however that might be.
... the forced neutral look on his face softens to something akin to curiosity on his own part. Xemnas really doesn't remember how they're connected?
It's hard not to pull a Riku and be sarcastic. Very hard.]
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Date: 2013-11-27 10:55 pm (UTC)It's only a trick question if you make it one. I have no time for games.
[That's definitely annoyance in his voice. Xemnas doesn't really have much interest in wasting time diddling around with wordgames with strangers, it seems. At least there is an actual answer eventually, which draws a glance.]
You certainly travel a lot then. It's unlikely you'll be returning to your world of origin or this Tower of yours terribly soon, so I hope you didn't leave anything on the stove.
[The Land of Departure. It sounded familiar, the Tower did not.]
Once you acquire your own pokegear, I suggest keeping tabs on the messages others leave. You may have friends here, awaiting your arrival or your return. I would offer the standard warnings but I have the sense you would simply ignore them.
[A set of straps are carefully tightened, and Xemnas turns his gaze east, frowning.]
Celadon isn't far. You'll find lodging, advice and equipment there at the Pokecenter. You may travel with me, as that is where I am headed.
[There's no sense that it's a courtesy offer, merely someone who thinks themselves vastly superior deigning to allow someone to accompany him, for their protection. Not his.]